128 ARISTOPHANES.

Just. “You say that there is no such thing? es

Unjust. “Where is it?”

Just. “With the gods.”

Unjust. “Why, then, did Zeus put his father in
prison?”

Just. “This gets worse and worse; it makes me
sick.”

Unjust. “What an ignorant fellow!”

Just. “You're a shameless beast.”

Unjust. “Your lips drop roses.”

Just. “You are a ribald jester.”

Unjust. “This is praise!”

Clouds. “ Well, ‘make an end of this quarrelling.
Plead each of you his cause. You, Just Argument,
tell us what you used to teach the last generation.
You, Unjust, explain to us the new education. This
young man shall choose between you. Now, you
shall speak first.”

Unjust. “ He may, if he chooses. IT’ll make short
work with him when he has done.”

Just. “ Listen to me, when I tell you what the
old-fashioned education was. Then a boy was never
allowed to say so much as a word. He walked in
an orderly fashion to his music-master’s, without a
cloak, mark you, though the snow might be as thick
as meal. And the music was of the good old sort,
none of your modern twists and twirls. Let a lad
try one of those, and he would be well thrashed for
his pains. And woe betide him if at table he took